"Huff, huff... Is that it?"
"This is supposed to be the hardest trial?"
Mantou sat on the back of the Bipedal Wyvern, propping the longsword on his shoulder, panting heavily.
If you ignored the fact that he was charred all over, looking like a piece of burnt meat pie, the pose was still pretty cool.
"You're almost a burnt Mantou, and you're still trying to be cool."
Singo also clung to the wall riding a Bipedal Wyvern, mercilessly mocking him.
"Scars are a man's badge of honor."
"But you're burnt."
"Flames are the marks of battle."
"But you're burnt."
"I... damn it..."
Around them lay scattered rocks and the remains of Steam Magic Bats.
Thanks to the efforts of dozens of top players, the monsters in the cave had mostly been cleared out.
Summer Night Autumn Rain sighed.
"Don't rush to celebrate. Even if we bribed someone in the Magic Department, we only got intel on the first stage, the Burning Pathway."
